I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

To borrow an old saying, everything comes.

Something has to be done.

Tu Fu looked towards the center of the ring, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

As a brave man, it is normal for him to come to the underground boxing ring to fight. More importantly, this is in line with the actions of a reckless man.

With his shirt off, he still had an inconspicuous gray vest underneath. The close-fitting clothing covered his slightly protruding porcelain muscles, and the veins on the surface of his skin were exposed.

Judging from the physical difference alone, they are not inferior to the gathered adults.

The adventurer's potion changed his weak body from the inside to the outside, from the cells to the muscles, but he never had the chance to participate in actual combat, and he still didn't know where his upper limit was.

Seeing such a good opportunity now, I naturally don't intend to give up.

There is no other place in Leeds where it is legal to fight safely without holding hands, and where practical experience can be cultivated.

the most important is,

for free.

"Guys, I'm here for the next round of wrestling."

While speaking, he took off the brass watch with vine pattern in the inner bag, twisted his neck slightly, moved his hands and feet, and walked to the most central position step by step, apparently launching a challenger posture.

A group of spectators who were originally watching saw that the guy who was talking was just a kid, their original interest dropped by half, and no one was ashamed to go on stage.

"Hey, Tufu, are you crazy?"

Billy looked at Tu Fu's crazy behavior in surprise, and secretly gave him a hand. He called Tu Fu to watch the fun, not to be beaten.

"Don't worry, I'll do it lightly."

Tu Fu's non-fake smile caused many onlookers to frown. Some of the onlookers couldn't help but let out a dull voice, "I'm here to participate in this competition."

Among the crowd, the one who spoke was a tall, bald man. This man's bare waist was a whole circle wider than Tu Fu's, and he looked very difficult to mess with.

He took off the clothes on his upper body, leaving only a white vest, and his bronze muscles supported his thick upper limbs, looking extremely majestic.

"Damn it, how could it be him, bald Hope, this bastard is a semi-professional fighter."

Billy couldn't help but sweat for Tu Fu. The guy who appeared on the field has spent a lot of time in the underground boxing ring, and he is considered the most experienced group of people in terms of experience.

"It's going to be a good show."

"How long do you bet on this guy to admit defeat?"

"three minutes?"

A group of onlookers who watched the excitement blew their whistles, and they all looked like they didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Come."

Tu Fu couldn't help feeling amused when he watched the bald man take steady steps and came to the center of the "ring".

Because this is the first time he has fought with someone in such a cross-stretching scene.

The place I was standing on, tentatively called a ring, actually only had a few simple fences and stones to demarcate the cordon. There are no professional gloves, armor and mouthguards, not even referees.

The dark underground tavern was filled with the smell of tobacco, alcohol, and hormones mixed with countless sweats, and the members on the sidelines were beginning to be moved by the atmosphere.

He started shouting and cursing those who participated in the competition, and kept shouting slogans such as "beat him up".

An unprofessional venue without the slightest sense of ceremony, just because two men were going to fight head-on, in the most primitive way, but it was enough to touch the hearts of all onlookers.

Seeing this, Billy knew that he couldn't change it and took it. Before the battle started, he approached Tu Fu with a suggestion,

"Don't be brave. If you can't win, you will lie down immediately. The rule here is that you will not attack the fallen person again."

"Good idea, how about reporting your name and let this guy save face."

Tu Fu thought it was a good suggestion, so he couldn't help laughing.

In the boxing range of about 8×8, as long as you go out of bounds, raise your hands, collapse, and call a stop, you are considered to admit defeat, but otherwise there is no limit to the fighting time.

When he turned his eyes to the opposite side, the bald Hope also looked at him seriously.

Neither side hugged each other's names, because this was an irregular fighting match, and more importantly, they didn't know each other after the fight.

"start."

After the bald Hope shouted in a low voice, his majestic body slammed into him like a locomotive, and the howling wind brought a wave of wind and waves to meet him.

Tu Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, his front and rear legs opened up a certain space and he fought steadily, his arms crossed in a fork shape to resist the swift and violent impact of the big man in front of him.

"boom!"

At the moment of the brief collision, Tu Fu only took half a step back.

The upper body just blocked the powerful impact.

Such a scene was very unexpected, Tu Fu completely resisted the impact, and the latter raised his right fist slightly unwillingly to protect his chin, and smashed his left hand from the side to form a swinging punch.

An imperceptible gleam flashed across Tu Fu's dark eyes. After he activated his Hawkeye ability, the bald Hope's fist speed slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He immediately made a prediction in advance, stepped back one unit, and perfectly avoided the punch.

The step frequency under his feet changed direction, and the original retreating step was immediately changed to a sprinting step. The fist that was ready to strike suddenly moved, and he chose the straight fist with the largest route, the fastest speed, and the most powerful force, and hit the bald man in the front .

"boom!"

Having mastered the technique of muscle development, he immediately punched the opponent's front door with a powerful straight fist. The latter's right fist tried to block it, but it was too late.

This face-faced young man's fist speed was too fast, Cishi's heavy fist hit him firmly in the face, and the bald-headed Hope had to step back a few positions. After stroking his face, he let out a soft cry of pain .

"Wow!"

The audience, who were still cheering for the bald man just now, booed inconceivably when they saw him fall into a disadvantage.

I don't know if it's because of Huo Tufu's lax face-slapping movements, or because he despises this bald man with brute strength and no skills.

"beat him."

"This is Hope. I have long disliked him."

"Dude, I was very optimistic about you just now, and you really didn't disappoint me."

The change of wind direction outside the boxing ring was so fast that it was unacceptable.

These pure tavern audiences who did not invest money to participate in the quiz naturally adhered to the spirit of whoever wins and helps whomever, which greatly strengthened their sense of substitution.

"Nice fight."

Billy, who had been worried about Tu Fu for a while, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

But Tu Fu didn't stop, and continued to rely on the advantage of the eagle eye to see through the opponent's movements, and took advantage of the situation to resolve them one by one.

He punched a few times at the right time. Affected by the excitement, Tu Fu's face began to flush, and the blood vessels in his arms twisted and twisted. The refined muscle lines made him look refined and fierce, not weaker than the big guy opposite him at all.

"Woo."

After the bald Hope was punched four or five times in a row, he no longer cared about the so-called moves of holding fists in front of one another, like fighting back in a storm, and would rather take a few heavy punches from Tu Fuci to attack.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The two hit each other's arms, chest, and shoulders several times in a row.

The other party was like a cornered beast, no longer following the rules and fighting, Tu Fu naturally couldn't avoid being beaten.

The fists rained down on his body, and the pain from the blows increased, making Tu Fu gritted his teeth.

After his breathing rate was disrupted, he panted heavily when he fought back. As his physical strength continued to decline, his movements began to deform, and the frequency of precise dodges also decreased, causing big drops of sweat.

The bald Hope is undoubtedly a semi-professional player, relying on his physical strength reserve and Tu Fu to quickly consume the physical strength of both sides.

During the face-to-face attacks, Tu Fu gritted his teeth tightly. His ability to survive until now has exceeded many people's expectations. Even if he shouted the word admit defeat, there is nothing wrong with it.

But the more this kind of adversity, the more his inexplicable desire to win.

His ice-cold eyes became firm, changed his tired and soft posture, and greeted him without fear.

Straight punches, swing punches, upper and lower uppercuts are done in one go, circles, slides, sprints, and kicks are three in one when punching consecutively.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The swift and powerful movements at this stage were like the reaction of a predator after finding its prey, and the fierce attack with precision like a storm fell on the bald Hope without any mistakes.

This wave of attacks made him feel overwhelmed, and the pain hit his body. A trace of confusion flashed across Hope's face, but he saw that Tu Fu's movements became more and more fierce.

He is completely immersed in the current state, has forgotten where he is, and is purely obsessed with this constant simple action.

It seems that the depression in my heart will be relieved a lot when every punch is thrown out.

Since coming to this strange world, he has been under tremendous pressure, the plight of the ghost ship, the ups and downs of the extraordinary road, and the turbulence of mysterious events.

In reality, everyone who does anything has to go all out. The pressure and troubles that have accumulated in Tu Fu's heart for a long time really make him a little out of breath.

In the ring, it's like he's venting his anger on the fucking world.

Punches, kicks, elbows, bumps, you name it.

He completely regarded his opponent as a punching bag to vent, and continued to attack with his sore arm, as if there was endless power in his body, continuously supporting him to vent.

Every blow is punched to the flesh, and the accumulated pressure is like floating clouds, dissipating on the other person with strength.

The auras of both boxers have been ups and downs since they stood on the stage, and there was no suspense after Tu Fu unreasonably used his extraordinary power.

"I surrender!"

The bald-headed Hope realized that something was wrong, and an endless combination of punches exploded on his body, and the bruised skin and flesh area spread rapidly.

He was getting more and more startled, and after blocking it a dozen times in a row, it was like a dam holding back a flood that finally couldn't hold on.

His faith was completely shattered under the punch of "Bang". When Tu Fu's last unstoppable heavy punch hit him in the face again, the ferocious Hope finally couldn't hold on.

As soon as his trembling legs gave way, he fell straight to the ground and shouted out the word "admit defeat" with the remaining strength.

The game wasn't even three minutes long.

The victory and defeat have been divided!